--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Kohlberg, Wm. J. collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 12 number: 3 published: 1909-01 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: "Kohlberg, Wm. J., \"Don't Worry, Dear,\" *Improvement Era* 12, no. 3 (January 1909): 246." source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1203unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera1203unse start_page: 246 end_page: 246 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1909-01) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1203unse publication_year: 1909 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1909, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Don't Worry, Dear DON'T WORRY, DEAR. {Adapted from an Old Poem.) Don't worry, dear, the blackest year Which dims our future view, Brims o'er with sunlight when we cheer, And bid our fears adieu! The darkest hour never comes, It only ooms before; The loss of hope is what benumbs, Not trouble at the door. Don't worry, dear, yon darkened cloud Is filled with verdant rain, And faded forms within the shroud Will thrill with life again! The burden bear the best we can, And there'll come strength to spare. Hard work has never killed a man, But worry did its share. Don't worry, dear, don't ever yield! But dare the years to come ! Nor give the fiery foe the field Because he beats his drum. These little ills which hover near Are nothing, though they gall; We know that life is love, my dear! And life and love are all! William J. Kohlberg Lake City, Utah.